In my occasional series of ‘word pilgrim’ explorations, a small group gathers to ponder their lives through the power of words. The truthfulness and imaginative simplicity of what emerges in these classes is always a pleasure and touches on the sacred. Continue reading “serendipity”
The road I am longing to travel
in a forest
beside the ocean
close through a narrow city lane
on cobblestones, on cobblestones
my feet clatter. Continue reading “go”
Sometimes everything seems to stop. To grow cold, to come off the boil, to go flat—we have lots of ways to describe it. The enthusiasm we had for life, for our work, for a project, a relationship dissipates, and something else calls. Continue reading “welcoming wintry times”
Returning from a conference on the theme of ‘life and living’ at Tocal Agricultural College in the Hunter Valley, I feel broadened and deepened by the wisdom of Craig Holdrege of the Nature Institute, of Helmy Abouleish, the leader of Egyptian community Sekem, and of Gunther Hauk of Spikenard Farm. This came after four days in Melbourne at the moral technologies conference basking in the teaching of Orland Bishop* of Shadetree Multicultural Centre. Continue reading “become”
I had a striking experience recently of our need for silence as well as our need to allow things to grow rather than forcing them.
A few days ago, I attended two events with poet-philosopher, David Whyte, whose contemplations, stories and poems urge us to follow our own very particular path through life Continue reading “allowing silence”
Do you have a piece of music which evokes a particular feeling for you? I don’t mean that piece that conjures up a special place or time of your life although music can do that too.
This week I beat a retreat to Bass Hill hermitage. It was perfect for several reasons—within a couple of hours of home, it provided a few days of solitude and quiet and they generously offer a truly affordable single person’s price.
While I was there, I decided on a semi-silent retreat. I would keep quiet and resist answering emails or fiddling with my phone or laptop. Continue reading “intangible souvenirs”